It's a funny kind of day - warm and humid, the sun is in and out, and a while ago a band of showers passed by and chased me inside. I'd been out wandering around checking out wildflowers on the back road - if you can call it a road. It's no more than the roadbed, and even the clay is washing out into a small gully. The honeysuckle grows thick and is in bloom back there, so the air was heavy with scent. Many non-native wildflowers grow along the road but are lovely anyway: Venus' Looking Glass, Oxeye Daisy, English Plaintain, Queen Ann's Lace, Carolina Cranesbill, Yellow Wood Sorrell, Spotted Cat's Ear, and Common Fleabane, among others not in bloom yet. In the woods heading to the old road was White Milkweed, Euonymus (actually a shrub) and dainty Summer Bluet. A Yellow-billed Cuckoo was calling from a tree above me, and added to the steamy morning made it seem more like a jungle in Africa than South Carolina. Cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-Kalp-Kalp-Kalp! Our resident Wood Thrush sang his lilting, watery song as well. Butterflies: Great Spangled Fritillary, Eastern Tailed Blue, and Red-spotted Purple. I was lucky to see a wild turkey as he (or she) crossed the old roadbed and headed into our woods.
After running inside out of the rain (can't have my journal ruined!) I noticed my pot of Lupine seedlings on the back porch. I had picked a dry seedpod last summer while in California, brought it home and tossed the tiny seeds into a pot not quite filled with potting soil. I seem to remember that the once held a Gardenia cutting that had died in the drought conditions we were experiencing last year. Anyway, I forgot about them until their small and wiry stems poked their perky leaves above the pot rim this spring. Now they are about 8" high and needing to be put out in the garden.
I think I'll do that today.